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February Visual Poetry Prompt

Nothing more to say but post your poem in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.

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15 thoughts on “February Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. A. Haze🌹's avatar

    Apple Crumble Pie

    Haha, this was fun…

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by A. Haze🌹 | February 3, 2025, 11:10 AM
  2. crazy4yarn2's avatar

    Riches of Embarrassment

    Why do you treat me as a child
    and dress me up for photos?
    I’m not photogenic and you
    make me run for cover
    to our neighbor’s house where
    I am not their runway model.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by crazy4yarn2 | February 3, 2025, 1:27 PM
  3. llzranch's avatar

    That Zigzagy Stuff

    Rickrack was common decor

    for aprons, children’s knickers,

    and swirling skirts in days of yore.

    Zigs were packaged wrapped

    around rectangular cardboard

    forms like seam binding.

    I determine to find some zags

    to embellish a crazy quilt.

    In futile search of store’s fabric

    department, I pass by hundreds

    of ribbons, fringes, and laces.

    Cannot find rickrack, finally

    ask if the store carries such.

    Clerk replied, Oh, that zigzagy

    stuff, it’s with the ribbons.

    Snuggled between ribbons,

    and Velcro, wound around

    cardboard rounds, rainbow

    shades of rickrack are pristine

    like kids in new Sunday clothes.

    Prize at the end of the row

    is shimmering gold spandex

    lame, perfect for pet blankets.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by llzranch | February 6, 2025, 8:01 AM

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